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Photo shared by Heather Cox Richardson: Letters from an American - April 10, 2021

Sunlight drifting, near and far,
touching grass, across the yard.
Why does the Sun I see
bring forth a serenity?

I love the noise
of waves, a crash.
The smell of air,
with a salty taste;
The feel of cold
sand beneath my feet;
The cries of Seagulls,
in aerial flight,
as Sunlight brings
the shore alive.

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March, 27, 2019

My Soul is black,
Now dark with fear,
as the end of a life,
is drawing near.

A warming wind blows through the trees,
softening the ground, to prepare and appease,
the last of Winter; A spring breeze.
The Native name for this warm breeze, was Chinook.
Warming ground, melting snow, which it took,
the coldness of Winter away from here,
as the Spring change made flowers appear.
I love this time and always will,
awaiting the coming of the Daffodil.